Passing time as the world spins
trying to get by on the least sins
as the night twists and the days end
the grey skies bring their downpour of rain
On a dark ride, in a fairground past midnight
as the belt grinds, pulls us higher into the moonlight
the ground just a flicker through the clouds
as the ride begins, were dropped plummeting down
Through the hills we rise, screams break out of sighs
the spinning twisting tracks, crack and shatter in my minds eyes
and another drop as the ground comes up to meet us with force
the tracks start to level out before the collision course
And were rising again, this time higher than anything
through clouds we break, into space so bleak, but beauty surrounds like a golden ring
through the dips and the highs, the tracks we ride
the lives we live, the darkness subsides
Thanks for reading.
Peace & Love.
Kyle.
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